Chapter 144: Evoking dreams of sunlight, sunbeams and death

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Conscience: What part do you play? What part do you want to play? Who do you want to play it for?

You think you are everything now that she speaks of you but you aren’t nothing, just something. Some form of fodder for the mind but besides that, you preoccupy her thoughts only for few seconds, few minutes that are too uncountable. The world is larger than you think Amirul, and her heart even more.

As you digest her words, you sit on your covered bed with a pen in hand, penning down words, unencumbered words, stringing into a rhyme that falters but a poem that exists. You morose fool. Is she the one who has evoked your dreams?

Dreams of sunlight, sunbeams and death?